Loyal (feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga)

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you thought it was over?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh [bad word]  that’s that nerve
Why give a [bad word] your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a [bad word] your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the [bad word]  oh [bad word]  that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this [bad word]  no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB [bad word] with me!)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich [bad word] want you
And your [bad word] can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke [bad word] s [bad word] I can make a broke [bad word] rich
But I don’t [bad word] with broke [bad word] 
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake [bad word] I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a [bad word] trap
She wanna [bad word] all the rappers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad [bad word]  let’s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this [bad word] with your man
That’s a no-no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

[Bridge] + [Hook]

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Uhhhh
Rich young [bad word] Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "money ain't a thing"
Hah, me and CB in the bay with her
Send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a [bad word] vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that [bad word] Man I wouldn't trust that [bad word] No!

[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon’ leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

[Hook]